The first thing I did was to find out

Chapter 28 Childhood Shadow
In the next few days, Chen Huihui worked diligently as a food taster.

The price is that the children's faces are almost the same color as the wheat buns after eating buckwheat buns. It was better during the final exams, when they came to try the buns after school. But after the exams and during the holidays, it was terrible, when they ate the buns before they had digested their lunch.

Fortunately, the child really loves eating steamed buns.

"It's delicious." Chen Huihui nodded in affirmation.

After a few days of tasting, Qin Huai has been able to control the size of the steamed buns and the number of tastings very accurately. The daily tasting amount is controlled within a reasonable range of one piece of dessert after being 70% full, to prevent Chen Huihui from forcing herself to eat too much for tasting and hurting her stomach.

"Which one tastes better than No. 52?" Qin Huai asked.

Chen Huihui thought about it carefully: "This."

“This… smells good.”

Limited by her third-grade education, Chen Huihui is very limited in her ability to describe food with adjectives. She can basically only use simple and clear words like delicious, fragrant, sweet, hard, soft, and hard to chew.

Qin Huai would not expect Chen Huihui to say: The cold fermented wine makes the pancakes crack, and the new sesame oil is cold and fragrant.

After all, "I Wrote a Song to Joyfully See the Hope of Wheat Flooding after Snowing" is not included in the textbooks and it is not a required poem to memorize.

"Then let's eat the next one..."

……

Another day of buckwheat bun tasting is over. Chen Huihui, holding the osmanthus jelly in her hand, happily took the unfinished No. 54 bun from Qin Luo's hand, which she had stamped as the most delicious today. She slung a large bag of sachima over her elbow and ran towards the neighborhood committee.

Qin Huai found an empty table and sat down, and began to analyze the results of today's tasting with a small notebook. Huang Xi and An Youyou quickly began to clean up the tableware on the tasting table.

Qin Luo munched on steamed bun No. 52, taking one bite at a time and sachima at the same time, and vaguely told Qin Congwen and Zhao Rong, who had just woken up and came to see how the tasting went today, about today's progress.

In summary, today's progress is: 0.

After all, the mission was not completed.

Although Chen Huihui said that this one was delicious and that one was delicious, she was honest in her heart that none of these steamed buns were the steamed buns of her dreams.

Of course, it was impossible for Qin Huai to directly say that the reason why buckwheat buns were not successful was that the side quest was not completed. He could only vaguely explain that it was almost there.

As for where the specific difference lies?

Don’t ask, the question is a breakfast shop chef’s pursuit of steamed buns.

In response, Qin Luo, Qin Congwen and Zhao Rong expressed their incomprehension and took a bite of the steamed bun.

"There's nothing wrong with this steamed bun." Zhao Rong, who loves health preservation in her middle age, usually cooks white rice with buckwheat, oats, millet, purple rice, coix seed, and sweet potato to make a pot of mixed grain rice. She accepts buckwheat steamed buns well. She ate two small steamed buns with a missing piece in a row and still felt unsatisfied, so she asked Qin Luo to go to the kitchen to get one with a darker color.

"It's chewy and fluffy, and it has buckwheat flour but it's not bitter. It's much better than the buckwheat buns your dad makes."

Qin Luo ate too many steamed buns and felt a little choked. He took the opportunity to secretly drink coconut milk and asked, "Dad has also made buckwheat steamed buns? Why haven't I eaten them before?"

"You weren't even born at that time." Zhao Rong began to recall the past. "For two years, the economy was bad and we couldn't make much money. Buckwheat buns and cornmeal steamed buns were cheaper than white flour buns and sold better, so your father followed suit and started selling buckwheat buns."

"As a result, your father couldn't control the amount of water when kneading the dough for the buckwheat buns he made. He was also stingy and refused to add sugar. The buns he made were hard, bitter, and we couldn't even sell them."

Qin Congwen lowered his head to eat his steamed bun and dared not say a word.

The more Zhao Rong talked, the angrier she became. "And what's more, he couldn't bear to throw away the steamed buns even though they couldn't be sold, so he asked someone to take them to the countryside to feed your grandparents to the chickens at home. How many steamed buns do we make at home? How could your grandparents eat all the chickens they raise in a year? In the end, we had to eat them all! Your grandparents, your aunt, uncle, and I, gnawed on those damn steamed buns every day, and we became so skinny from starvation."

"I told your father not to make those crappy buckwheat buns. He didn't have the skills to make them, but he still refused to believe in them. He almost closed our breakfast shop after selling them for more than two months."

"Director Qin was also pitiful. My family and the chickens couldn't finish the steamed buns, so we packed them all up and sent them to the welfare home across the street. At that time, living conditions were not as good as they are now. Ordinary families were considered well off if they could eat meat once or twice a week. It was enough for the children in the welfare home to have enough to eat."

"The children in the welfare home could at least drink some whole-grain porridge. But after your dad sent him there, he has to eat buckwheat buns every day. Your brother has eaten so much that his face has become pale." Zhao Rong suddenly stopped talking and looked at Qin Congwen sharply.

"Could it be that... that shabby buckwheat bun of yours has left Huai Huai with a psychological trauma?"

Qin Congwen: ???

It's unfair! His cooking skills were just a little bit poor. He was a little stingy at that time because he was short of money. The raw materials he used were of inferior quality. He was reluctant to add sugar and put less sugar. The steamed buns he made were a little hard and unpalatable. It was not enough for the children to eat...

Qin Congwen opened his mouth but dared not speak.

Oh no, could this really have left a psychological trauma on the child?
Qin Congwen began to seriously recall his memory of the three meals a day in the welfare home.

For breakfast, multi-grain porridge with sweet potatoes.

For lunch, two seasonal vegetables with white rice.

For dinner, I have vegetables with whole-grain porridge, and occasionally stir-fried meat.

It’s bad. My son could have eaten white rice, but now that I’ve given him this, he has to eat buckwheat noodles every day.

Qin Congwen lowered his head guiltily again.

Qin Luo, who was listening to gossip enthusiastically, didn't think about it at all and asked, "What then? Has Dad's craftsmanship been improved?"

"What the hell! After your dad used up the cheap flour and buckwheat flour he bought, he stopped making steamed buns. Haven't you noticed that we haven't sold many steamed buns in recent years? In my opinion, he didn't want to sell steamed buns at all. He just bought a batch of cheap flour for the sake of cheapness, and found that the steamed buns made of white flour didn't taste good. He was afraid that the customers would find out, so he bought a batch of buckwheat flour and mixed it to make buckwheat buns, hoping to make up the number, pass off fake products as genuine, and get away with it."

Zhao Rong used three idioms in a row to summarize. It was obvious that the buckwheat buns she ate for those two months had indeed left her with a psychological trauma.

Qin Huai didn't hear Zhao Rong's scolding at all. If he had heard it, he would just say, "Mom, you think too much."

Buckwheat buns were not tasty, but they were filling. The welfare home had limited funds, and many children were disabled. Director Qin was always thrifty, robbing Peter to pay Paul, crying poor here and asking for money there, and the little kids were eating their parents out of money. It was a victory for the children in the welfare home to have enough to eat.

At that time, Qin Congwen’s buckwheat buns could not be sold, so he sent them all to the welfare home. The children ate the buns every day until they were so full that they burped, and they were as happy as gods.

There were even unlucky kids who whispered the devilish words that they hoped Uncle Qin's steamed buns would not sell so that they could have steamed buns to eat every day. When Dean Qin found out, he gave them a good beating.

Qin Huai is analyzing Chen Huihui's taste.

After a few days of tasting, Chen Huihui's hobby direction has become very clear.

It contains sugar and buckwheat content is between 30% and 50%. Generally speaking, the better the overall quality of the steamed bun, the higher Chen Huihui's evaluation will be.

She didn't simply like to eat whole grains. Once, when Qin Huai was kneading the dough, he didn't control the amount of water well and put a little less, which made the steamed buns a little dry. Chen Huihui's evaluation took a sharp turn for the worse.

It can be seen that when given the choice, Chen Huihui is still quite picky.

Because Chen Huihong said that Chen Huihui went home for the New Year and ate a steamed bun from morning till night...

Maybe it’s because this child is more filial.

Qinhuai circled the buckwheat flour content of 39%.

His intuition told him that he had actually tried out the ratio of buckwheat flour to flour that Chen Huihui preferred.

However, his buckwheat buns were still missing something, so even though Chen Huihui kept nodding in praise, the task was not completed.

But what's missing?

Buckwheat buns are just buns, they can’t be made into anything fancy, and it’s impossible to add any additional ingredients to them.

"Huai Huai must be thirsty, drink some water." Qin Congwen considerately brought a cup of warm water and asked tentatively, "Did you encounter any problems in making steamed buns? Do you want dad to help you think about it?"

Qin Congwen said so, so Qin Huai didn't hesitate to put down his pen and asked, "Dad, now my steamed buns have controlled the proportion of buckwheat flour to 39-43%, boiled water to mix the flour, and the amount of sugar is fixed, but the steamed buns are still not satisfactory. Do you think there are any other places that can be changed?"

Qin Congwen:?

What the hell? Do you need to think so much to make a steamed bun?

Qin Congwen scratched his head: "... um..."

"Instead of making steamed buns, what about making something else?"

Qin Huai:?
(End of this chapter)